Thursday, June 21, 2012

snowball moon

I miss you
And the sounds from your head
The rolling of life as it always was
Like spinning underneath a finger

I can see us as children
It is a driving pain
& one of the dearest things

I picture you
Mostly so late
We gather in the snowball moon
& not one person knows me there
This cry I give to God
Tell me why, please tell me why

And I just want to talk to you again
This wish weakens me – tragic

Till my eyes close like
your ending
a train colliding with, a cloud